tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316128852017-12-31T08:30:32.775-06:00Antique Memories - I Remember WhenShare your memories of growing up. What are your favorite heirlooms? The antique toys you played with, the vintage dishes you ate on, the chores you did, the movies you watched, the car your parent's had, etc.Michelle Staleyhttps://plus.google.com/103288213145235914182noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31612885.post-90125193297777825682013-02-13T13:42:00.001-06:002017-12-16T14:53:16.315-06:00Vintage American Made Children's Tea Set<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JSNQVKI6_KQ/URvslzpA46I/AAAAAAAAAuU/lGRasvk4aIE/s1600/edwin+knowles+childs+dishes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JSNQVKI6_KQ/URvslzpA46I/AAAAAAAAAuU/lGRasvk4aIE/s1600/edwin+knowles+childs+dishes.JPG" /></a></div><br /><pre style="background-color: white;">Last week when my 4 year old granddaughter was visiting for Christmas,</pre><pre style="background-color: white;">we unpacked a box from our attic containing my old little girl dish sets.</pre><pre style="background-color: white;">There are only a few pieces of the oldest set left, a blue on white design</pre><pre style="background-color: white;">of 2 Dutch children by the sea with a sailboat in the background.&nbsp;</pre><pre style="background-color: white;"></pre><pre style="background-color: white;">I have only 1 small teacup and 3 saucers left, but remember them fondly </pre><pre style="background-color: white;">from playing with them in Baltimore. </pre><pre style="background-color: white;">My daughter played with them in the 1970s and now her daughter </pre><pre style="background-color: white;">(and son, too) enjoyed a little tea party last week. &nbsp;</pre><pre style="background-color: white;"></pre><pre style="background-color: white;">They are labeled "Edwin M. Knowles china Company / Made in the U.S.A./ 42-10.</pre><pre style="background-color: white;"></pre><pre style="background-color: white;">They are also labeled semi-vitrous. I recall having tea parties with my new friends</pre><pre style="background-color: white;">in a Baltimore suburb, Parkville, after we moved out of the city </pre><pre style="background-color: white;">when I was 3 years old.I was delighted to find the company when I "Googled" the name.</pre><div class="blogger-post-footer"><div class='adsense' style='text-align:center; padding: 0px 3px 0.5em 3px;'>
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